Disclaimer: If I could own Doctor Who, I would, however I am far too young, and I don't think BBC would give it over to a youngling like me! Also, BBC has to make a ton of money from it, no way would they give it up!
A/N: Do you like this, do you not like this, and I'd really like to know! Just take a second out of your day to say, "Hey, you know, this isn't too bad, but you could do blah, blah, and blah, to improve this piece." I'd be really happy if you did. Anyway, on to the story!
Chapter 2
Kourtney's PoV
I sat in the hallway looking at that door for about an hour. So, around half of my brain was like, "Hey dummy, this is your dream come true! Open the door already!" But the other half was like "It's not for you, you'll be rejected and not seeing that room will make leaving easier." So naturally I sat there while my head and hearts pounded, driving myself more insane than ever before. That is, until a voice popped into my head. Calm down my child, you will be okay. The voice was more like soothing ocean waves, and I felt my hearts slow down their overly rapid pace. Who are you? I asked back, already somehow knowing the answer. The TARDIS, although I think you already knew that. She responded warmly, as if a gentle mother.
Sitting on the hard floor suddenly seemed extremely idiotic, and I opened the door to my new room. As expected, it was my dream room, everything exactly how I had wanted my old room to look. Floor to ceiling book shelves on one wall filled with every book I have read and want to read, spring green walls with an accent wall that looked like a bunch of different shades of leaves. On the other wall there were my favorite inspirational quotes, and paintings that I adore. The bed was a twin four poster with a green comforter that matched the accent wall, with a canopy that was darker green. There was an antique wardrobe (bigger on the inside) that was a nice dark oak color. I had wood floors of the same color, and a large floor pillow that could be stored under my bed. I walked into the bathroom, and was astonished! It was a perfect Hufflepuff yellow, and had a homey feeling. There were Hufflepuff crests, and towels that looked like the scarves! A large shower was in one corner, with a Jacuzzi tub next to it. There was one closet with extra towels, one sink, and all of my toiletries were already set up.
Deciding to clean out all of the sweat and rubble, I had a quick, cold shower, and I changed into newly found clothes. I had a pair of brown leather combat boots, dark wash jeans, a dark green, short sleeved T-shirt, and a brown leather jacket. I walked back to my bathroom to do my hair, and for the first time since Doomsday, looked at myself in the mirror. I yelped and jumped backwards at what I saw! My hair had become more golden, less pale blonde, and my eyes had changed from their blue-grey-green, into startling TARDIS blue with speckles of gold here and there. A strangled noise came from my mouth, and my hands flew to my head. If I didn't stop thinking in so many directions soon, I was sure to land up in an insane asylum muttering nonsense. Luckily, my dear Sexy was there to help. Don't worry my little fledgling, those were merely an unexpected outcome of the conversion. What did you do? I responded, trying not to let my panic show. Everything is fine, there is no need to worry. I simply did something every TARDIS knew they could do, but very few ever did. Still a little unsure and queasy, I ask, and what is that? We are able to convert one person in our lifetime to become half TARDIS. Wait a moment, did she just say HALF TARDIS! What on, or off of, Earth does that mean! I started out this mess completely, 100% human. Now I'm walking around on an alien ship, sharing half of my DNA with it! What do you mean?! I shoot back, but being the enigma she is, the only response I get is, all will be revealed in good time. Oh, well thanks for that insight.
An hour or two later I find myself walking in my wardrobe, trying to find Narnia. I know, typical fangirl response to a bigger on the inside wardrobe. But, as I turn to head back, I realize that The Doctor never said goodbye to Rose, he got too mixed up with my peculiar situation. I bolt out of the wardrobe, grab my glasses (that the TARDIS somehow got from my house), and sprint all the way to the console room. The Doctor is lost in thought, looking at the scans from earlier, trying to figure out what I am. I poke him in the shoulder until he looks up. "What are you doing?" He asks, startled. "Oh, weeellllll, you never really got a chance to say goodbye to Rose, and I thought that there's got to be a way to send a message of some sort…" I end up trailing off, not wanting to ramble. He looks like a kicked puppy for a second, but then a smirk works its way across his features. "I suppose, if you're brilliant, and I am, there is a way," he states smugly. For the next long period of time we did a lot of complex math and science, with the TARDIS helping me quite a bit, until he was ready.
I've never understood the saying "here goes nothing," because you never put nothing into something you try, I've always thought of it as "here goes everything." So that's what I said, we really did put everything into this chance for The Doctor, and I wasn't going to overlook that fact. If I didn't put my heart and soul into this project, it would be a disgrace to my name. After all, The Doctor (it doesn't matter which) and Rose are my OTP. The Doctor made the finishing touches, and the final goodbye started. I could hear it, but Rose could not see me, and I couldn't see her. Rose's first question resounded through the Tardis, "Where are you?" "Inside the Tardis." The Doctor replied quickly. "There's one tiny little gap in the Universe left, just about to close, and it takes a lot of power to send this projection. I'm in orbit around a super nova. I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye."
"You look like a ghost," Rose mentions solemnly. "Hold on." The Doctor uses his sonic screwdriver to solidify the image. "Can I?" "I'm still just an image. No touch." The Doctor replies, keeping the solemn mood from before. "Can't you come through properly?" Rose inquires. "The whole thing would fracture. Two universes would collapse." "So?" The Doctor chuckles a little before changing the subject, "Where are we? Where did the gap come out?" "We're in Norway." "Norway. Right." "About fifty miles out of Burgen. It's called 'Darlig Ulv Stranden'." "Dalek?" The Doctor questions in alarm. "Darlig. It's Norwegian for bad. This translates as Bad Wolf Bay," She pauses, before breaking out in tears, "How long have we got?" "About two minutes." "I can't think of what to say!" "You've still got Mister Mickey, then?" "There's five of us now. Mum, Dad, Mickey and the baby." "You're not?" The Doctor asks, assuming that she's pregnant. "No. It's mum. She's three months gone. More Tylers on the way." "And what about you? Are you?" "Yeah, I'm back working in the shop." "Oh, good for you." "Shut up. No, I'm not. There's still a Torchwood on this planet. It's open for business. I think I know a thing or two about aliens." "Rose Tyler, Defender of the Earth," he says, almost happily. Then he falls into a softer tone, "You're dead, officially, back home. So many people died that day and you've gone missing. You're on a list of the dead. Here you are, living a life day after day. The one adventure I can never have." "Am I ever going to see you again?" "You can't." "What're you going to do?" "Oh, I've got the Tardis. Same old life, last of the Time Lords." "On your own," Rose paused before saying, "I, I love you." "Quite right, too. And I suppose, if it's one last chance to say it, Rose Tyler-," The hologram cuts out, and I notice that a single tear runs down each cheek.
I walk up to him, and give him a pat on the back. My own cheeks damp with tears. I know what I wish I could do, but that would be impossible. Then again, I thought that it was impossible for me to have two hearts. I did my best to focus, every fiber in by being straining. If I had two hearts, then I must be able to do other things, or else being half Tardis wouldn't be a big deal. Please help me with this! I called for the Tardis's help. I will do my best. Well, that's better than a no. My hands tingled, and then I could see Rose, sobbing in Jackie's arms. I reach out and push, my brain burning, I faintly hear The Doctor gasp, then Rose exclaim happily. After that I hear The Doctor finish his sentence, something I thought would never happen. I pull him back, knowing that my energy was almost drained. The last thing I see before passing out from exhaustion is The Doctor smiling faintly.
I wake up to see the Tardis is empty, I'm just strewn across the seat next to the console. My head is pounding from using so much energy, so I head to the kitchen. Once there I find enough to make broccoli cheddar soup, I throw that together and leave it to cook, while I go scope out where we are in The Runaway Bride. I determine that we're before they go to see the creation of Earth, then head back to eat my soup. I feel much better after finishing the soup, my head stopped pounding about halfway through, and my muscles stopped feeling so strained a little bit after. I take a quick shower to feel more awake, then put on the same outfit as before, after all, it never go dirty. I chose a book off the bookshelf, The Iron Trial, then rethink it and grab the other four books in the series as well. I walk back to the console room, and sit down to read and wait.
Three quarters of the way through the first book, Donna and The Doctor jog into the Tardis, The Doctor rambling about the formation of the Earth. "Hello," I say, "Mind explaining what's going on here?" "I told you I didn't kidnap her!" The Doctor exclaims. Donna looks at him dubiously, "I'll believe it when I hear it from her." I try to keep from smiling, I'm definitely not going to defend him on this one! "I mean, he did drag me in here!" I say innocently. He glares at me, but I just shoot back the puppy eyes. "And she's American! What do you do, travel space and kidnap girls!" Donna says, looking disgusted. "Don't worry, Donna, I'm joking. Sort of," I half reassure her. They both look at me, asking silent questions. "What?" I ask, as it seems they're not going to voice their confusion. "I never told you my/her name," they respond I unison. "Oh, that makes sense," I say, mentally scolding myself for being so stupid. "Aren't you two in the middle of something?" I ask, trying, and succeeding to change the subject. When they leave, I am not up to another adventure. I'm much too worried I'll do something that will give away the fact that I know what is going to happen, I'm not quite sure how to answer the resulting questions. I tell them I'm just going to stay here, and grab my books to head back to my room.
When The Doctor gets back, I know the rest of the episode turned out basically the same. Hopefully he doesn't remember my slip up earlier, but luckily it seems like he hasn't remembered it so far. I'll have to be more careful if I don't want to be exposed in the future, though. He won't fall for that again.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!
~Dreamer